If you are a man, you probably won’t want to read any further because I’m going to talk about vaginitis!
Â I’m sure there are tough things about being a man like maybe having to shave every day but I think the whole thing with hormones and periods and bearing children can really be difficult, to say the least.(And I must say that since my hysterectomy that I haven’t missed my uterus even one day.)Â And vaginitis-well, this is just the pits. I’ve been having trouble with it. I went to a doctor and he prescribed the usual cream and vaginal suppository. And it worked for a while but it just kept reoccuring. One day it appeared on my horizon again-not really there but you know where-and I thought I would just drop into a pharmacy and get the medication I needed without going to the doctor and all of that hassle. Most meds are more expensive without a prescription here but what I needed are very inexpensive without one so I stopped at a nearby pharmacy that I’ve never been to before. I was even with my trusty interpreter but,Â being aÂ guy, he is pretty clueless when it comes to things like feminine hygiene products or what is needed for yeast infections.
Â This is where I discovered that yeast is not a word that the French understand. I told the pharmacist that I wanted a vaginal suppository for a yeast infection. He had no idea what I was talking about. Maurice certainly wasn’t able to explain well. I finally learned that the word for yeast is champignon which is also the word for mushroom. This struck me as funny seeing a little herd of mushrooms merrily growing deep in the depths of me.
Â Anyway, this is also when I learned that they don’t call a vaginal suppository a suppository here. I’d never noticed what it said on the package I had before to tell the truth. Maurice and the pharmacist had quite a time figuring out what I wanted because I kept insisting it was a suppository. Here a suppository only goes one place, you know where. But I’m thinking, “Come on Mr. Pharmacist. Work with me here. I don’t care what it’s called, you can figure out what I need.” I needed an ovule. Whatever. I don’t care what it’s called, can I just have one? It seemed like quite a workout to me to get the Pharmacist to finally get what I needed. Do I have to draw a picture? Of course, now that I know I can safely walk into any pharmacy and, without pointing to my private parts, explain what I need-An ovule for champignons. I’ve got it. I hope it will be a long time before I need to use it again, though.